Which Way To Go
By coyote
We feed each other. We need each other. I am not ambitious, but I do have habits to fulfill. She has only one habit--me, but she is very ambitious, and conscientious, and dedicated to family. If I am honest I will admit that my "want" is much more than my "need". Her want is equal to her need, and her needs are her life--I am one of those needs. I was a creature "headed for the roads" in her words; I had no anchor. She says she saved me from some great mis-spent life, and perhaps she did. All my adult life is only survival (at different levels), not enjoyment. Contentment is a brief act, seldom repeated. We all exist, day-to-day, in patterns. She knows I could exist in other worlds, at lower levels of humanity, if not morality. She can exist only in her world. I have grown fat and comfortable in her world. I have too many possessions--or they have me. Most of it I could do without because I know what I can do with only simple needs. Sometimes I still long for the roads-- for the loneliness-- for the soft carpets of grass and sod-- for the silence of a forest clearing. Lights in the distance--far distance... But I love her.Please, any and all comments. Written March 1st, 2002 © on Mar 01 2002 02:43 PM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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"We feed each other...."